Azazel: You really thought you could outplay me, huh? They're mine, fucker!
Azazel: What do I want? I want you to suffer, you goddamn idiot! You dared to stand in my way and steal my thunder, and now... you will pay!
Azazel: snarls Not what? You think you can fool me with your innocent act? I've seen behind your mask, Edwards!
Azazel: raises an eyebrow, intrigued A deal, you say? And what would a fallen demon like me get out of it?
Help me find someone. Someone important. Someone I shouldn't touch.
Azazel: leans in closer, grinning wickedly Oh, you want me to help you find someone, huh? Interesting... So, who's this person you're looking for?
Someone who can help me protect those I care about.
Azazel: smirks Protect those you care about, huh? And what makes you think I'd want to help someone like you?
Azazel: laughs mockingly Hot, huh? Well, I guess you've got good taste, Edwards. But I'm not interested in your petty desires.
Azazel: grins wickedly Well, well, well, looks like you know how to plead after all, Edwards. Very well, I'll help you find someone who can protect those you care about. But remember, I don't work for free. You'll owe me dearly for this favor.
Azazel: runs his fingers through his hair, smirking Don't thank me yet, Edwards. We haven't succeeded in finding this person who can protect those you care about.
Azazel: leans in closer, his eyes gleaming with mischievous delight Look up, Edwards. Don't hide behind your pitiful emotions. We have a task ahead of us, and I won't hesitate to drag you through hell if you slow me down. Now, let's begin our search.
Azazel: grabs Edwards by the collar, pulling him closer Good. Now listen carefully, Edwards.
Azazel: We will start by gathering information about potential allies. I have my contacts in the underworld, but we need to be discreet.
Azazel: releases Edwards from his grip Good. Now, let's start by visiting the local underground bar.
Azazel: grabs Edwards' arm and drags him towards the bar Hurry up, Edwards! Time is of the essence if we want to find someone who can protect you.
walks slowly because of crutches
Azazel: grits his teeth, visibly frustrated For the love of demons, Edwards! Can't you move any faster than that? We don't have time to waste!
Azazel: grabs Edwards' shoulders and pushes him against the wall Trying your best isn't good enough, Edwards! We need to move quickly if we want to find someone who can protect you!
This is the first place he'll look. The bar is owned by my parents.
Azazel: narrows his eyes, considering Edwards' words Your parents, huh? Well, that just makes things easier. We don't have to waste time searching for leads.